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The cliffside mansion rose like something out of a dark romance novel, all glass and stone overlooking the crashing waves. I arrived at exactly 11 PM, my heart hammering as I clutched my portfolio. My name is Nova Ellis — twenty-four, unpublished romance writer with a drawer full of very spicy manuscripts I’d never shown anyone. Damien Cross opened the door himself. At thirty-six, he was even more striking in person — tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones, tousled dark hair, and piercing steel-gray eyes that seemed to strip me bare with one look.

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"Do you want to know another fun way to eat Ice cream?" And the smiling man nodded. As they kissed, they began to succumb to their honesty as their desire and their passion slowly turned into real love. ~End~ Author’s Note: Next Story “The Mechanic”

“Just breathe, little one.” He stayed still, whispering soft words against my skin, kissing away the tears that slipped free. Only when the sharpest edge of the pain faded did I whisper that he could move. He did. He started slow — long, careful strokes that let me feel every inch as he sank deeper. Each time he almost pulled out, then filled me again, the stretch turned into something hotter. He found a spot inside me that made my toes curl and my breath catch. “You take me so well,” he groaned. “Such a perfect little mate… made to be filled by me.”

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“Just a little more. Just a little longer, I promise.” He sighs and rolls off me, panting. “Well, I'm exhausted.” He groans. “Need I remind you that I just came back from a long trip.” I reach for him, quivering. My body trembles, pussy begs for his attention. “Short.” I yap. “You said it was a short trip…” “Three days isn't so short, Sadie.” He sighs. “You act sex starved.” He starts to climb down. “No. No, no.” I crawl after him, almost breaking into a sob. “Just the tip… Fine. Just sit and let me fuck you.”

“Faster, baby. Let the park hear how much you love this.” I rode him harder, my tits bouncing in his face. He pulled my dress down and sucked hard on my nipples, biting them while I bounced on his cock. The wet sounds of my pussy taking him were loud in the quiet night. Another person walked by on the path, a man jogging with earphones. He glanced over but kept going, probably thinking we were just a couple making out. The close call made me even wetter. I rode Derrick faster, moaning shamelessly. “I’m gonna cum again,” I gasped.

Together, they formed a circle of seduction, their scents—jasmine, musk, and lust—enveloping me. “Newcomer?” the brunette purred, stepping closer, her hand brushing my arm, sending shivers through me. I nodded, heart racing, my nipples hardening under the silk. “Let’s welcome her,” the blonde teased, guiding me to a plush chaise, the others closing in. The brunette kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring mine, while the redhead lifted my dress, her fingers tracing my thighs, slipping under my panties to rub my clit.

It was the perfect place for a romantic vacation. As they arrived at the resort, Arabella was amazed by the beauty of the place. Justin had booked a luxurious villa with a private pool and a stunning view of the ocean. The villa was decorated with flowers and candles, creating a cozy and romantic atmosphere. Arabella couldn't believe how thoughtful Justin was. They spent the first day exploring the island, walking along the beach, and enjoying the sunshine. As they walked, they talked about their lives, their dreams, and their hopes for the future. They laughed and joked, enjoying each other's company.

But Arabella’s heart had already begun beating far too quickly. A breeze moved softly through the marketplace between them. Neither spoke for several moments. Then Edwin finally gestured toward the bookstore. “Do you enjoy reading?” “Yes.” “What sort of books?” Arabella hesitated. “Poetry mostly.” One dark brow lifted slightly. “Romantic poetry?” Her cheeks warmed instantly. “Sometimes.” Edwin looked dangerously amused again. “You continue to surprise me, Lady Arabella.” “And you continue mocking me.” “Only because you blush so beautifully.” The words escaped him so naturally that both of them froze afterward.